Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.

Site Wide Plots

Kaos :: The Beginning of the End☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.

Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.

☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.

Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.

Doppleganger Plot☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.

ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.

Cotm

Character of the Month for
June, 2017

WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!

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"Try watching your mentor die for the greater good...Faelene was her name. You never knew her and you will never amount to who and what she was."

"She's dead," was whispered into the frosted air, a conflicted whirlpool of emotion imprinted into the bicolored jewels that vapidly judged the crystal cloud that formed around each word. Alice whined at her heel, unsure how to deal with the maelstrom of emotion that had unleashed itself inside the young girl. Hotaru did nothing to quiet or comfort her, the pair treading onward, through the snow drifts. All that was left behind was a staggering, formless trail of hoofprints. With no real goal, no purpose, it swayed to and fro in purposeless snaking patterns. She had whispered her goodbyes, with promises of impending return, to little upturned faces and quiet, blinking eyes. Her legacy, so young - the only ones that seemed to matter, that seemed to stay.

Hotaru had searched for her godmother for seasons, had valiantly attempted to win back her armor from Elsa when she was but a babe on her own in the wilderness. The last tie to her family, the only one who knew her father from before his descent into a madness only Phaedra and sometimes Hotaru could penetrate. She'd been there to see Hotaru come into the world, had been irrevocably tied into her family's history for as long as Tolio and Phaedra had been involved. The two had never even met, not formally, and to hear the news of her death in such a callous manner...it had left the fae reeling, desperately attempting to find her footing, no matter the elegance she tried to summon to deal with the fallout that was based on herself. A private sort of destruction, loss.

But she'd also had a subconscious purpose and direction to her wandering, to her traipsing through the cold, a lonely figure draped in memories of warm sunsets. Ophelia. Arah's words had splintered doubt and defiance into her heart in equal measure, and the longing she had felt watching the Forsaken walk away from her - again, forever, because Hotaru could never seem to catch up - had not diminished after the mildly disastrous herd meeting. She needed to know, needed to hear...

Pause.

The snow shuffles on errant wind, invisible caresses caught in her mane and tail, arid and unfamiliar. The southwestern borders of the Edge. Her mouth is dry, throat convulsing. Her heart is torn and convoluted, and she can almost still feel the Goddess supporting her with her wind as Hotaru had been jostled about. Lifted, cared for, settled carefully down upon her hooves like nobody had ever done for her before. Hotaru had learned from her first breath that standing was something she always had to do on her own. And Thranduil...gods she was a mess. Undeserving of everything she'd been given, everything Ophelia had trusted in her command and control. Love. Ophelia had left for personal reasons, had she not? And Hotaru still remembered Thranduil's blank eyed stare, the way he rejected her confession in body more so than in his halted words. What is she doing here? I need to know. She needed answers to so many things, needed to know if she was capable of bearing the burden Ophelia had placed upon her shoulders.

Alice lifted her crown obligingly, a young but unbroken howl escaping past her teeth, louder than any call that Hotaru could have managed on her own trembling vocal chords. But she tries nonetheless, her voice calling into the snow-laden forest in a measure that was useless in all but her heart. "Ophelia?"